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Death of a butterfly

It was a fear that held you so near

so petrified to not be with you 

an aching heart that needed your love so

You were a butterfly trapped whole. between the pages of a pressed book

dying quickly with no glancing look

 

Soft to the touch a delicate silkiness of your skin, beautiful by chance a pride of your kin, our eyes met a hypnotic trance caught in a whirlwind trapped in a dance.

breathing at last a heart beating fast. energy drained, shattered like glass.

 

Precious memories to last forever 

of moments passing in the wind

recurring thoughts fleeting through history 

at once became a bitter end

long lost love with no message to say

despise the fool who's  not even a friend.

 

 

 

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